Was the #MeToo movement an obstruction to actual repentance and remorse? By hauling wrongdoers into the public square, where they would inevitably seek to minimize their crimes, did the crusade eliminate the possibility of private atonement? Though even to ask such questions is an act of political provocation, Netflix’s Two Summers, aka Twee Zomers, manages to do so without giving the least offense.

This is, to be clear, no great victory. Were the Belgian series only slightly more courageous, it might have taken its place among the finest dramas of the year. Created by the Flemish production house Panenka, Two Summers begins in Silicon Valley, where harmless layabout Peter (Tom Vermeir) is preparing to vacation with Romee (An Miller), his tech maven wife. Joining the couple on their stunning private island will be a quintet of old chums who have known their hosts, and one another, for more than 30 years. Yet despite the paradisal setting, the friends’ reunion promises to be something other than a long weekend’s idyll. In the summer of 1992, the group’s then-adolescent boys assaulted one of its girls as she slept off a drug-induced oblivion. Now, video of the rape has surfaced, Peter is being blackmailed, seemingly by one of the lifelong pals with whom he is about to sequester himself for several days.